You Breathe Better When You're

The Beauty Of A Naked Body Is Felt Only By The Dressed Races.

My Hapless Peers With Their Lofty Dreams--how I Envy And Despise Them! I'm With The Others, The Even More Hapless, Who Have No-one But Themselves To Whom They Can Tell Their Dreams And Show What Would Be Verses If They Wrote Them. I'm With Those Poor Slobs Who Have No Books To Show, Who Have No Literature Beside Their Own Soul, And Who Are Suffocating To Death Due To The Fact That They Exist Without Having Taken That Mysterious, Transcendental Exam That Makes One Eligible To Live.

I Never Go To Where's A Risk. I'm Frightened Of Dangers Down To Boredom.

I've Reached The Point Where Tedium Is A Person, The Incarnate Fiction Of My Own Company.

There’s Enough Metaphysics In Not Thinking About Anything.